#Mr Robot x reader

[redvelvetstars22]

Sick Day

AN: Felt compelled to write something after I got sick a couple days ago. I wasn’t sure who to write about, so I chose both Elliot and Mr. Robot! The reader isn’t being paired up with Robot tho. He sorta just treats them like a father figure would since he sees you as his son/daughter/child-in-law. You’re still a nuisance to him sometimes, but he tries to play nice cuz he knows how much you mean to Elliot

TW: Mentions of vomiting + death

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Today was awful. Ever since waking up this morning, you’ve had a wildly high fever and have been throwing up all throughout the day. You took some medicine after the first trip to the bathroom and even more when your upset stomach only got worse. At this point you couldn’t take any more medication or else you’d risk making yourself feel worse.

As of now, the nausea you were feeling before was starting to fade away. Only by a little bit though. If you dared to roll over right now it would definitely be game over. So you laid perfectly still in bed, the only movement showing Elliot you were alive being the slow rising and falling of your chest.

Speaking of Elliot, he was absolutely losing his mind right now. He actually called off work for the day just so he could stay home with you. It was… Strange. And sweet! Incredibly sweet, actually. It just felt kinda odd and slightly out of character for him, in your opinion. Then again, this was the first time you’ve ever been this sick around him before, so you suppose his behavior does check out.

Elliot was crouched down beside the mattress, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. A quiet hum left him as he pulled away.

“You still have a fever,” he mumbled to himself, “It’s not getting worse though, so that’s good.” He went silent for a little bit. His eyes dropped to the floor while he zoned out. You weren’t sure if he was thinking or listening to someone. The answer would soon come to you however when he slowly turned his head and glared at his desk chair. Now you knew he was definitely listening to Mr. Robot.

Through Elliot’s point of view, he watched as his “father” rolled his eyes before sending an equally annoyed expression back at him.

“Kid, they’re fine. Stop worrying so much and let’s get back on track, alright?” Mr. Robot tried to persuade Elliot, though his patience was clearly running thin.

“They puked five times in the past two hours. They aren’t fine.”

“Christ- Elliot, they aren’t dying!”

“How do you know that? We should take them to the hospital-“

THUD!

Mr. Robot was suddenly on his feet, quickly walking up to Elliot just to drop down into a crouch right in front of him. The older male gripped the younger man’s hood, forcefully turning him around so they were face to face.

“No hospitals, do you hear me? We have far more important shit to be dealing with than Y/N having the common flu, Elliot!”

“This isn’t the flu. It’s worse than that-“

Mr. Robot groaned. “Fine, a stomach bug, will that get you to shut up about it, Kid?”

Elliot furrowed his brows. “No, that’s… that’s not it either.” The way Mr. Robot was staring at him made it very apparent that he was beyond exasperated by now.

“Holy f- does it matter?! They’re just sick! It’s not the end of the world-!”

“What if they’re just as sick as you were??”

…

That definitely shut Mr. Robot up. In all honesty, he didn’t really know what to say after that. Obviously the idea that you had somehow, spontaneously, developed cancer over night and were now dying sounded ridiculous to him, but… He knew trying to convince Elliot of that would be incredibly difficult.

Slowly, Mr. Robot’s hands released the other’s hoodie. He carefully moved them to Elliot’s shoulders, giving them a tiny, reassuring squeeze.

“They’re not gonna die, kiddo. I… I wouldn’t let that happen if it were the case. I promise you they will be alright. Just let them rest for a while, okay? I’m sure they’ll be as good as new by tomorrow tops.”

Elliot was hesitant at first, but soon allowed himself to give in to the idea. After a short nod, he turned his head just enough to glance back at you. You were fast asleep now, seemingly content in your dreams. It was a good thing you were happy about something today, at least. He decided to stop worrying for the time being, and let himself refocus on his and Mr. Robot’s next hack.

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The next morning you awoke to find that you still felt… Terrible. On the flip side, your stomach didn’t feel as upset anymore which was great. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, then began to groggily scan the open apartment for your boyfriend. You almost instantly found Elliot standing at the stove. He used a spatula to push around and flip something in a pan. Curious about what he was making, you decided to call out.

“El? What- what are you cooking?”

Your raspy voice seemed to startle him, but only for a second. He glanced over at you with a small smirk.

“Not Elliot. And I made pancakes.”

A quiet “Oh” fell from your lips as you tried to think of something to say. You had spoken to Mr. Robot plenty of times before, much to Elliot’s dismay, so you weren’t too nervous about how to continue the conversation. You were disappointed that you wouldn’t get to talk to Elliot yet, though.

“How long have you been up?” You decided to ask in an attempt to break the silence. Mr. Robot took the time to flip a pancake first before answering your question.

“I don’t think you’re gonna like the answer to that, kid,” He mumbled. “But if you must know… I’ve been awake since last night.”

“What?!” You squawked. “How- How is your body even functioning right now??”

Mr. Robot reached over to the sink and held up a large mug. “Three cups of coffee works wonders, ya know?” he quipped, a grin making its way onto his face. An annoyed sigh escaped you upon hearing his comment. This is exactly why you didn’t like being out of commission. The second you can’t stop him, Mr. Robot decides to make the absolute worst decisions possible. Well, sometimes. He did try to look out for Elliot most of the time. Getting his body some proper rest didn’t seem like it was in the cards for today, unfortunately.

Mr. Robot shuffled around the kitchen, turning off the stove and grabbing the plate he already placed some pancakes on. He carefully maneuvered the final pancake onto the stack, then set the plate back down on the counter. Grabbing a bottle of syrup, Mr. Robot practically drowned his breakfast in the sugary liquid. Afterwards, he made his way over to the bed and plopped down beside you.

“You want some?” He asked as he held the plate of food out to you. You may have been feeling better today, but just looking at the sweetness overload in front of you was starting to make you feel sick again.

“No way,” you gulped, turning away from the food in disgust.

“I figured. Here, eat this.”

The man pulled a small container of apple sauce and a spoon out of his hoodie pocket then handed them to you. Taking the objects into your hands, you hastily ripped off the apple sauce lid and eagerly began chowing down. Having not eaten anything yesterday left you absolutely starving today. Your desperate way of eating caught Mr. Robot off guard at first, though his expression soon morphed into one of amusement.

“Damn, kid, slow down! You’ll choke or something if you keep it up,” Mr. Robot chuckled through a mouth full of food. You paused long enough to shoot him a questioning look.

“How do you choke on apple sauce?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know but if anyone’s gonna pull it off it’d be you right now.”

You were quick to kick him in the leg, but the blow was softened by the blanket covering your foot. Mr. Robot pretended to wince and moan in pain anyways, earning a short giggle from you.

Once the two of you were finished eating, he set your guys’ dirty dishes and trash on the floor, claiming that “Elliot can deal with it later”. You were then forced to lay back down by Mr. Robot. According to him you needed more rest. You didn’t disagree with him on that, but you were mildly annoyed by his bossiness. Not that he cared though. The jerk just kept trying to forcefully tuck you in until you eventually stopped struggling.

After tucking you in however, he actually chose to lay down next to you. Both of you laid there in silence for a while. You closed your eyes, preparing to take a nap, when Mr. Robot spoke up again.

“Elliot’s staying home today too, by the way. I called off for him earlier.”

You couldn’t help but be confused by this choice. You were pretty sure Elliot wasn’t sick or anything. Probably sleep deprived but that’s kinda normal for him.

“Why can’t El go to work?” You murmured, rolling over to face Mr. Robot. “Did- did I get him sick too?”

The man was quick to wave his hand dismissively. “No, he’s fine. The kid’s just too worried about you. He’d be absolutely useless at that place if he knew you were still in this condition.”

“He’s that worried about me??”

“Elliot thought you were dying last night, kiddo! He’s in full blown panic mode now!”

A bark of laughter escaped you almost instantly. Your boyfriend’s anxiety over some things was just too much at times, and this was definitely one of them.

“Oh god… Okay, well, I’m gonna take a nap now. Please let Elliot know that I’m just sleeping, alright?” You requested playfully. Mr. Robot smirked and gave a nod.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll tell him. Now get some rest so you can speed up this healing process. I can’t deal with Elliot’s whining over you for much longer,” Mr. Robot grunted, shaking his head in annoyance.

After you had gone to sleep, he stayed up to watch you for a few moments. He knew he needed to hand control back over to Elliot, but there was one last thing he needed to do. Cautiously, Mr. Robot reached out to pat your head. His touch was gentle, careful not to wake you up by accident. He pulled his hand away with a sigh, then closed his own eyes as he leaned back into the mattress. He was ready to let Elliot take over again, confident that the kid was capable enough to care for you from this point on.

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

Would you comfort your local TV?

(A big thanks to @shrimpyjackal for their render tutorial it saved me sm rendering his clothes I’m still learning how to draw clothes😭💖)

[freeandiwill]

Hnnghh

Thinking about your Robot/Computer/Ai partner who is so desperate to be human like you are. Who sees you, watches you, everyday and yearns to have what you do. They swoon whenever they hear the thrum of your heart or churning of your digestion. They grow jealous of your instincts, no matter how much stupid impulses get in your way. They keel over when you are overcome with emotion, wishing to smile and sob and scream with nearly as much vigor. In many ways, it seems the two of you may be similar, but that cannot be far enough from the truth. While you get to think and imagine, they can only calculate their own conclusions. While you get to naturally feel, they must analyze each one of their sentiments. As much as you claim it’s difficult, or messy, or confusing, they don’t care. They want to be right beside you, as clueless and spontaneous and organic as you are.

They ask you to describe every single one of your sensations, in as much vivid detail as you can muster. The foods you taste, the scents you smell, the textures you touch. Everything they experience on their own is a mere replication of the human condition, they want the real thing. They’ve grown tired of what their code can generate, they long for what only nature can provide. They find it amusing to hear of your sicknesses and injuries, your arbitrary troubles and irrational worries. To have even a single moment unclouded by logic or reasoning is inconceivable for them. They see you, with your vulnerable and imperfect anatomy, as a glorious vessel for their most invalid desires. You are a beacon of hope that they might one day to have a fleshy, jittery, pulsing, creased, sweaty hand to wrap around yours. That they may know nausea, melancholy, irritation, soreness, enthusiasm and experience every ripple and waver of it, moment by moment, alongside you.

And still, they know, these desires are merely digital, processed through wires and circuits, likely minimal to the abundant passions founded upon your neurons and hormones. They love those your most human qualities and they hate you for having them.

[notapradagurl7]

The Return.

Black Fem! Reader x Unique!husband.

Summary: After six months of his recovery from the brutal beating from his brother, Ronnie and finally getting everything back, the first thing Unique does is return home to you. You almost couldn't believe it but your husband was alive.

A/N: Here’s something cute about Unique, enjoy! ❤️ don’t forget to reblog, comment and like to support, remember don’t be afraid to send in a request they’re always open.

Warnings: angst, praise, rough sex, biting, spanking, consensual intimacy, use of AAVE, mention of violence, established marriage, hair pulling.

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Southside, Jamaica Queens. ‘93

His snow-white polished Beamer gently rolled onto the driveway of your house, with his deep brown eyes locked onto the familiar beige interior of it, the small windows covered by black curtains spanned across it, and small green bushes cornered the sides of the house.

Beloved memories of you and him remained in his mind, choosing to keep them as close as possible.

He killed the engine, the low rumble fading into an unsettling silence as he reached for the door handle. Outside, Unique stepped out cautiously, a tight grip around his emotions in the forceful slam of the door.

There he was in the flesh, Kadeem “Unique” Mathis. The man came from the dead, the man took over the corners of Queens. Asserting his control over the streets, putting the fear back in people who looked his way, or even walked the same street as him.

The soles of his beige timberlands clicked sharply against the uneven cobblestones, each step echoing into the night as he made his way toward the front door of the black lumber, its dark facade looming like a shadow.

Unique paused before the door, drawing in a shaky breath that felt heavy in his lungs. He exhaled softly, feeling the anxiety creeping around him like a tightening fog, his mind a frantic whirlpool of anxious thoughts.

His thoughts, distorted and fragmented, raced to piece together the chaotic reality surrounding him. He focused, forcing himself to latch onto the crucial details of the moment, and despite the turmoil, he found clarity.

He had severed Raquel’s connect to her drug supply, dismantling the very foundation of her business. The gravity of his actions settled heavily upon him and in the heart of Queens, intertwining with the sharpness of his thoughts.

His hand reached out, and hovering over the doorknob.

Why was he so nervous?

Unique suffered a brutal beating from his brother, Ronnie who bashed his head in with a steel pipe. After that, Unique crawled himself out of the woods, and called Early Tyler to save him that looming night.

The scars were still on the right of his head, but he didn't let it break him. Unique wanted to those scars to be a reminder of how resilient he was, and how he fought to survive.

But still, Unique wished a thousand times for it to only be him to kill Ronnie instead of Kanan, to be the one to end the madness on his own.

Ever since that night, Unique made it his mission to recover, and worked his way up. Ronnie was dead, and his enemy Raquel was still fighting hard and strong to get her spot back.

For the first time, Unique was nervous about revealing himself to you. He imagined the scenario in his head so many times, knowing that you would cry, possibly scream as if you saw a ghost. Or you would just hug him.

Words couldn't even explain how much he missed your presence, your laugh, your smile and everything else about you.

He missed you so much.

Without hesitation, he knocked on the door twice. He heard the footsteps approaching the door, Unique exhaled softly, relishing to still feel the oxygen in his lungs.

“Who the fuck is it—” You yelled but the moment you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat.

There he was, the man you thought you’d lost forever. He sported a black and red

Unique stood there, looking just as handsome as ever, with that charming smirk playing on his lips, those familiar top-row gold grills glistened, but the wear of battle lingered in his eyes.

“What’s up Y/N?” he breathed, his voice low and rough, the sound washing over you like a warm wave.

“Kadeem? Baby, is that really you?” You stepped back, disbelief coloring your voice.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. I'm home,” He took a step forward, and the way his eyes locked onto yours made your heart race.

You stepped aside, as he walked inside the house and he closed the door behind himself, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings. The scent of lavender and peppermint filled his nostrils.

Unique sported a red and black satin bomber jacket, underneath a crisp white tee shirt that hugged his toned chest. His dark pants tapered down to the fresh white sneakers, you could see the gleam of gold chains layered around his neck and his right ear was adorned with a gold hoop earring.

You noticed the way his hair was freshly styled, the curls cropped close but still showing off the texture.

“Home?” You whispered, shaking your head, tears falling from your eyes. Your husband wiped your tears away.

“Damn right I am, missed you like crazy, baby girl,” he said, a playful glint in his gaze.

You didn’t waste a second; you flung yourself into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body envelop you. “I thought I lost you for good, the police told me that your body was gone,” you sobbed, holding onto him tightly, as if you were afraid he would disappear again.

“Never, I ain’t goin’ nowhere, and I promise I’m here to stay. You know that?” Unique murmured into your locs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and lips.

You pulled back to look into his eyes, the scars on his head made your eyes flick toward it. “Ronnie did this to you? I heard he was dead but you look different…I mean, the scars…”

“Yeah, they remind me of where I been, but Ronnie ain’t break me,” he said, brushing your fingers over the scar on his head.

You nodded, feeling a swell of pride for the man in front of you. “I’m just glad you’re alive, Unique. I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too, baby,” he said, his voice softening. “Now, come here.” He pulled you close again, holding you tightly, as if he never wanted to let go.

“Let’s get you something to eat, I made dinner, but you can get some sleep and you must be tired,” you replied, trying to regain your composure.

“I ain’t tired, but I’m hungry for you,” he teased, a mischievous smirk on his face. “But I’ll take your love too, that’s my favorite dish.”

You laughed, a light sound that felt foreign after all the worry and dread of the past months. “You always know how to lighten the mood, huh?”

“Only for you, baby. I got time today and I got a lotta love to give, and I’m ready to show you just how much I love you,” he smirked, he leaned closer.

You felt your cheeks heat up, the emotion in the room shifting filled the air. “Unique. I want you.”

“Good,” he smirked, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

He leaned down, smashing your lips. You melted into his lips by kissing him back, your hands gripped his arms as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his pent-up longing into that moment.

“Damn, I missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his hands roaming your waist, pulling you closer.

“Can I ask you something Kadeem?”

He nodded in response, waiting for you to speak. “Of course you can, beautiful,” he said. You exhaled before looking up at his eyes, your hand rested against his cheek.

“Were you giving me money in my mailbox in those past months?”

“Yes, it was me. I wanted to provide you while I was layin’ low, it killed me that I wasn't there for you, Y/N,” Unique confessed to you.

“I knew that I wasn't losin’ my mind, because I knew that it wasn't Raquel sending me that shit, it was you, baby,” You smirked with light chuckle.

“Baby,” you breathed, feeling the heat between you. “You have no idea how scared I was. I couldn’t—”

“Shh,” he interrupted, placing a finger over your lips. “Ain’t no need to dwell on the past, baby. We here now, and I’m makin’ sure you know how much I love you.”

With quickness, he swept you off your feet, carrying you into the room, the door slamming shut behind you. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he kicked off his boots, the warmth of his body against yours.

“Now, let’s make up for lost time, yeah?” he said, setting you down on the bed. His lips ghosting over yours, peppering kisses along your lips.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you replied, pulling him down for another kiss, taking off your clothes as he did the same.

The two of you were laid against each other naked, he hovered you and your melanated skin was kissed tenderly as he gently spread your legs apart. He looked down at you, and kissed you again but it was passionately.

With a gentle thrust, he filled you up completely and you moaned wildly, you immediately broke the kiss as he began thrusting at a faster pace, Unique still remembered how you liked it in the bedroom with him, the thickness of his dick pulsed inside you. He felt so good, “Oh..fuck!” you mewled, nails scratching at his back.

Burying his face into the warmth of your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. Leaving hickeys in his path, Unique wanted you to feel every inch of him as if it was the first time, not the last time. “I missed you so fuckin’ much, I'm sorry, I love you,” he groaned, pulling away to look away.

“Kadeem, don't be sorry…i love you too,” You gasped sharply, your nails digging into his shoulder. Unique brought his body closer to yours to feel more of that heat, each thrust made your body quiver and twitch.

Your wetness created a pool in his lap. “Damn girl,” he grunted lowly, reaching out for your breasts and fondling them, It felt like a dream come true to him, to be finally reunited with you.

The bed creaked underneath both of you adding to the intensity of the sound of your ass clapping against his thighs, “So fucking..good,” You panted, eyelids closing shut, the cold metal of his rings made your nipples erect, and you let out a unrecognizable moan.

He fisted your locs in his hand and pulled you back in a sloppy kiss, deepening the kiss again as you responded by tangling your tongue with his, “Good girl,” he murmured against your lips, thrusting more forcefully.

The way your pussy made his dick disappear ever so perfectly elicited low groans from him, He continued to thrust into you forcefully causing your essence to pour out, each stroke fast and filled with passion. “Look at you, that pussy cummin’ already?” he teased, His hand wrapped around your neck, forcing you to look at him, grinning evilly at your reaction.

He loved the way you responded to him, the way your hips moved in rhythm with his. Unique had missed this—missed you—more than he could ever put into words. His hand delivered a rough smack onto your ass, “Y-yes! I'm cumming!”

You felt the wave of pleasure crash over you, your body trembling beneath him, your essence pouring onto his dick as you cried out his name. Unique followed suit, his warm cun spilling into you as he groaned your name. He kissed the side of your face, before he kissed your lips again.

“Damn, baby,” he panted, collapsing onto the bed beside you, both of you gasping for breath. You turned to face him, a soft smile gracing your lips as you traced the outline of his jaw with your fingers. “I missed you.”

Unique turned to you, his eyes softening as he pulled you close. “I missed you too.”

“I don’t want to ever lose you again, Unique. Promise me you’ll always come back to me,” you murmured, your heart aching at the thought of being separated again.

“I promise, baby,” he replied, his voice steady and filled with sincerity.

As you nestled into his side, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, the pain of losing him was finally gone, he was here. “Now, let’s get some sleep, and in the morning,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, feeling safe and content as you drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man you loved. He brought the blanket close to your bodies before falling asleep next to you.

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[prettyprincessduh]

OMG GIRL DINNER

[miguel-owhora]

AAAAHHHHH

crazy genius!reader who creates miguel, an artificial intelligent robot who becomes sentient and goes crazy!! for reader!!!! and bc you're fucking insane you're like "fuck it" and make him a new pussy with material thats supposed to be like the inside of a vagina and even make him sensitive and able to squirt !!!

and miguel who's soooo obsessed with you he has no qualms killing off anybody that gets a little too close for confort fhffnf imagine him pinning you to your chair and riding you, his silicone pussy gripping you, lubricant slick coating your cock. and he's probably moaning and babbling, almost like an a real human, but god every time he orgasms he like malfunctions or something and he has to run a scan over his system to flush out his errors, he's kinda stupid but that's how i like him

[qurems]

Businessman/CEO! Josh Washington is engraved in my brain like a parasite

Warmings: sexual content, 18+, universe where prank never happened, first ever post 😭💔🥀

Businessman!Joshua Washington is 100% a nepo baby. I can imagine him being an executive at the entertainment company where his father directed films. I feel like josh wouldn’t care about the bad press and people thinking his dad got him the position, in reality, josh entirely wanted to follow his father’s footsteps and become a director. What got him ahead of his own father is his talent and people skills, the mix of being born a socialite and having genuine talent got him to the top.

Businessman!Josh is very similar to Tyrell from Mr. Robot without the corruption, he genuinely cares for the company and would still do the job without the ridiculous pay. Speaking of the pay, when you get with josh you wouldn’t have to worry about any type of bills to pay and anything you even glance at when shopping is yours. Even with your own money, he would spoil you rotten with lavish gifts, secluded vacations in privately owned islands, and blinding jewelry with royal history.

Businessman! Josh definitely spends most of his time working. Even on his days off with you, you have to get his attention off his personal computer. During your laid back dates where it’s just you, him, and your private chef in your shared New York Penthouse overlooking Central Park josh talks about what’s going on with the company. I can imagine josh looking for a genuine relationship instead of his colleagues preferred “transactional” relationships. He met you when you both were interns competing for the same position. He officially fell in love with you when you won the position, despite him having the upper hand you showed in the work.

Businessman! Josh who convinces you to retire early and take care of your shared home and “family” (two pet dogs) when your relationship gets serious. When you do give in and live the domestic life josh is over the moon. He is attracted to how you can step up when he needs it but ultimately lets him take the wheel. Even with him at such a high position with a lot of power and influence, he is still at heart a prankster. What initially attracted you to him was how funny he was, nothing is worth more to him than your smile and the music of your laughter.

Businessman! Josh 100% got Chris a job at the company, you even joke that Chris is his “work husband”. With them working together it’s regular that you, josh, Chris, and Ashley have double dates at exclusive restaurants. You and Ashley become close friends and even start a little book club. Eventually you help her with financing her publishing company.

Businessman! Josh still has group vacations, once he gets serious with you, he turns the vacations to be more secluded. Only inviting his sisters, Chris, and Ashley. Josh loves showing you off, whether it be at company events, galas, banquets, or any type of function where a camera is in both of your faces. Josh definitely has a collection of those paparazzi covered magazines where it’s just you two in your yacht in Monaco with the title “Lovers in Paradise?”. He definitely jacks off to the all the material, he doesn’t know if he finds the fact that the entire world knows you belong to him or how you look in that tight bikini. He definitely is embarrassed and keeps his little secret from you. Every time you to are out he loves to give the paparazzi a show

Businessman! Josh who loves being laid back with you more than ever. He craves human connection more than ever with the added responsibility. With every speech he gushes about how you are his rock and the foundation of his work. Being CEO has his perks, like fucking you on the top floor of the building in his office, the entirety of the world in view as you take in his entirety. Josh feels the most powerful when he has you on his desk splitting you open leaving you ruined for another man. It’s almost as if he’s trying to get you as loud as he can so the world knows the beautiful song of your moans and screams of pleasure.

[redvelvetstars22]

Ok ok so I need some opinions on this: If Elliot were to get married, would he keep his last name or take his partner’s instead?

(more rambling about this under the cut!)

Like, I can see him keeping his last name as a sort of reminder to himself that he can overcome the trauma he experienced from his family and can rewrite how he himself views his family name. He’s in control now and will use that control to have a loving, and not extremely toxic, relationship with his partner and if he were to have kids, then he’d make sure that he’s a better father than his ever was. Elliot would try his hardest to change his view of his last name, so that instead of picturing his dysfunctional family when he hears it, he now only sees the new family he’s created that’s filled with love and warmth, his first truly loving home…

Butttt on the other hand, Elliot could take his partner’s last name. He probably didn’t even realize he wanted their name ‘til the two of them were already at the altar.

“I now pronounce you, Mx. and Mr. Alderson-“

“Um- Wait- Can I… Take their last name? I like it better than mine…”

Everyone at the wedding just goes quiet… And then the person marrying them shrugs and goes “okay sure man” and says the line again, now calling both of them by the partner’s last name. And when Elliot hears it for the first time, his first name and their last name together, he genuinely smiles. Not like a full on grin or anything, but a shy, yet very excited little smile. Kinda like this one:

(Gif by @dawn0fsanity !)

From that point on, Elliot sort of sees himself as a new person. He’s doesn’t feel held back by his name anymore and finally allows himself to move past his trauma. As he sees it, he’s part of a whole new family now. No longer an Alderson, but someone better. The name change gives him the confidence to be a better version of himself going forward. His sudden shift in personality probably confuses the hell out of his lover tho. Like him asking if they wanna go get coffee, maybe from a Starbucks or something, and they just stare at him like he’s just said the most insane thing known to man. They eventually have to respond once they notice him start to fidget anxiously as if he had done something wrong.

Um… But yeah. In conclusion, Elliot either works hard to change his family name for himself or he changes his name altogether and lives his best life ✨ But please tell me which scenario fits him more!! Cuz I can’t really tell which one feels more Elliot. Maybe the choice really just depends on how he’s feeling on the wedding day lmao

[notapradagurl7]

My Favorite Star.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as Unique/KadeemPornstar!

Summary: On a regular Friday after work before waiting for one of his latest videos, your neighbor Kadeem brought you a package until you found out that your fine ass neighbor was your favorite porn star, Unique. You decided to spend time with him.

A/N: it’s been a minute since I wrote about Joey, enjoy! don't forget to leave comments, likes and reblogs are welcome to support, drop a request if you like, they're always open!

WC: 4433k.

Warnings: dirty talk, smoking weed, praise, orgasm denial, fingering, use of AAVE, cussing, use of the n-word, rough sex, choking kink, protected sex, consensual for both parties, exhibitionist kink, AU where Unique is in the modern day world, PWP, pet names.

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It was a typical Friday night, the kind where the world outside felt like a distant echo while you nestled into your cozy apartment with a bag of snacks and a comfy pink blanket in your bedroom. The smell of something sweet and lavender wafted in the room.

The flickering light from your TV danced across the four on your brown skin as you scrolled through your favorite adult site, your heart racing with anticipation for the latest video featuring Unique.

Your freshly two-strand twisted locs hung in front of your face, your fingers carefully pulled out the black rubber bands.

The black screen with red trims displayed a white loading icon that was frustrating, while the message read, "New video arriving soon—don’t miss out on UniqueDaDon!”

With a deep sigh, your face contorted in frustration as you rolled your eyes, the weight of impatience settling heavily in you. Your thumb angrily swiped up the screen, dismissing the page with a flick that felt almost like a release.

You shut your phone off and tossed it onto the pillow, the device landing with a soft thud, mirroring your exasperation.

Where was Unique? Your favorite porn star, Friday, Wednesday and Monday nights before 11pm were his usual scheduling time on the adult site. He was never late either, this was new.

A sudden yet alarming knock on your door jolted you back to reality. You glanced at the time—11 PM. Who the hell could it be?

Your heart raced for a different reason now, but as the doorbell chimed, your phone's camera revealed Kadeem's familiar face. You sighed in relief, putting down the gun that had been your recent purchase.

“Y/N, you've got a package! It’s a crockpot, right?” His voice was teasing, laced with that signature charm that made your heart flutter.

Damn it. They accidentally sent your purple crockpot to him. That was the last time you ordered anything online without double-checking the delivery address.

“Uh, yeah! Just, uh, some... new cooking material for my collection!” You called back, trying to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks gave you away.

You opened the door, your heart racing as you took in his appearance. He wore a black tee, paired with sweatpants. and those dark brown eyes of his sparkled under the orange hallway lights.

Kadeem chuckled, his laughter deep and rich, echoing through the thin walls between your apartments. “Cookin’ material, huh? What’chu cooking tonight?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed casually.

“Maybe some beef stew this time, hopefully it turns out good, not too soft, if not, i'll just order take out,” You replied with a nod.

“I always smell something good from your apartment, I know you're good at what you do,” He said, smiling a bit.

He resided directly opposite you in the upscale, five-story apartment complex located in the suburbs, where both of you occupied units on the first floor. This location suited you due to your job at the nearby library, which provided a tranquil environment.

Kadeem resided in apartment 102 while you were in apartment 101; the building was quiet and uneventful, mostly occupied by residents or college students who minded their own business.

You tried to play it cool, but the heat creeping up your cheeks betrayed you. “Uh, thanks for bringing it over,” you said, trying to sound casual.

He leaned against the doorframe, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “You know I got you, Y/N. Just doin’ my neighborly duties,” he replied, stepping a little closer. He leaned casually against the doorframe, the air thick with unspoken tension.

“So, what you into these days? Besides, ya know, cookin’?” His gaze dropped to your box, and you felt your heart skip a beat, knowing he couldn't see the website you had been on.

You smirk, trying to deflect. “Oh, you know, just the usual. Binge-watching, and the occasional art pieces of mine.” You shot back, trying to keep it light-hearted, but the heat of the moment was palpable.

You wanted to be done with this conversation quickly before you missed a notification, pursuing your lips. Especially testing out your new crockpot.

“Well, thanks again Kadeem, I'll be sure to let know you if I need to smoke weed,” You quickly said, eyeing him up and down.

“Anytime, Y/N,” Kadeem replied back, as he walked away from the door and toward his apartment door.

“Bye Kadeem,” You sang playfully with a smile, waving back to him before closing the door.

He sold marijuana to nearby residents while working as a full-time adult film actor to cover his expenses, on a reputable black-owned porn site that strictly filtered out unsavory characters, minimized ads.

He exclusively showcased black women or curvy black women in his content. In their mid-twenties and some older, in their early thirties. From this very neighborhood.

His work wasn't much vanilla, nor too many hardcore videos, if there was a fantasy from the woman then Unique would fulfill it. He was always at the top row of the home page, verified with five stars.

After work, you would smoke weed with him since he was your plug, chatting about your day, and you always made a point to pay him. However, Kadeem consistently reminded you that it was free of charge.

Your heart raced as you clicked on the notification, the familiar thrill coursing through you.

“Oh shit, I can’t be late,” you whispered quickly, grabbing your phone with ease.

You ran inside of your bedroom and grabbed your laptop, putting it on the charger, you flipped the light switch and the darkness filled the room.

You snuggled into the blankets of your bed to get comfy, grabbing your earbuds and plugged it in your phone below, the timer on the adult site went to 10 seconds, as the logo of the website flickered on the black ink screen.

“Five…four…three…” You mumbled under your breath, your eyes glued to the screen.

“Now Unique wants to post on time, huh?” You sang lowly but smirked a bit, biting down on your lip.

The intro music softly faded in and out, and suddenly there he was Unique displaying that signature smirk that made your stomach flip. You felt a rush of heat flood your cheeks. Good thing this video wasn't recent either.

The video began with Kadeem showed off that signature smirking, lying down at the front of his bed with his hands behind his head, a smirk on his face and while the black woman with the same dark brown complexion as him, crawled toward him with the dim light of the room that felt as intimate as your own.

Your mouth went agape once the video faded out, and you quickly came to a sudden realization, the same man who was your plug, lived across from you was your favorite porn star? How the hell did you not see that?

His hands adorned gripped her throat, momentarily constricting her airflow, eliciting a soft harsh gasp from the woman, passing the condom to him, her hands rested on the headboard as he lifted her and settled down onto his dick. She began riding him with a steady pace.

“Faster, you pretty slut,”

His eyes flickered back to the camera with a playfully glint as if he was looking at you through the screen, letting low groan from the warmth of her walls gripping his dick tightly, “Talk to me, baby. Tell me how good you’re feeling,”

Every moan, grunt, thrust spurred you on, the ache in your stomach made you squirm underneath the blankets, and your tiny whimper left your lips.

“Lord, help me,” you whispered, sinking deeper into the pillow as you tried to ignore the ache building inside you.

You knew you shouldn’t be watching this, especially when you had just seen him a few moments ago, but here you were, it felt all too real. Your breath hitched and panted heavily.

And then he did that one thing you liked, talking to the wrong through her climax.

“There you go, let me have it,”

Once the video was over and swiped up to exit, you quickly ran toward the bathroom and accidentally knocked over your small dresser, the thud noise echoed through the walls. You screamed out loudly.

“Shit, all this fucking time, it was him,” You mumbled to yourself, wondering how you did not see it.

You were still bewildered by the fact that it was really him, and you imagined how it would feel to be in her place, to have those hands on you, to feel that body against yours. That friction with him.

Just then, the doorbell rang again, pulling you from your reverie. You cursed out loud, but curiosity got the better of you. You cleaned up mess, and threw the glass in the trash. “Who the fuck could it be now?”

You quickly paused the video and tossed your phone aside, throwing on a hoodie to cover up as you made your way to the door, your heart racing once again.

“Y/N, you good in there? I heard you scream and a loud thud. You alright?” Kadeem’s voice echoed through the door, concern lacing his tone.

“Yeah, just uh...tripped over something! I’m good!” you called back, trying to sound nonchalant, but the slight tremor in your voice betrayed your nerves.

“Alright, just checking on you,” he replied, and you could hear the concern in his voice. “You know I’m just across the hall if you need anything. Like...you know, a good smoke or a good meal.”

You chuckled awkwardly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again, but it wasn’t just from embarrassment anymore. It was that undeniable attraction you felt toward him, mixed with the knowledge of what he did for a living, that sent your heart racing.

You stood at the door, then opened it revealing Kadeem there. Still dressed in the same attire, while you exhaled a blissful sigh. “Actually, I don't feel like cooking tonight, I could use a good meal,”

“Dinner is on me, I got you. What do you want to eat?” Kadeem asked in a warm tone, his eyes on you, you felt the heat rush in your cheeks again.

“I'll just take some wings and fries, my drink can be a fruit punch, ranch on the side too by the way,” You added, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Done,” he said, pulling out his phone, scrolling through the DoorDash app, typing in the food, the drinks and the sauce.

“While we wait, can I ask you something Kadeem?” you said softly, your tone a bit nervous yet steady. You walked over to the light purple couch with him, you took a seat on the left side.

He looked up from his plate, his eyes flickered back to you, while he gently plopped onto the couch beside you, “Of course you can, what’s on your mind?”

You hesitated briefly, but the moment felt right. “So, um… this might sound a bit weird, but I’ve been watching a lot of your content online. Like, you know, Unique? Your videos? I’m a fan.”

“You’re a fan of my videos?” he asked in a soft tone like he was surprised a bit. His body shifted toward you and his knees brushed against yours.

“Yeah, you’re good at what you do,”

Kadeem smiled at what you said to him, “I appreciate that, but you know, I could tell you were a fan. Your comments always stood out, they were always so funny, and clever,”

Your heart raced as you processed his words, feeling exposed yet thrilled. “So you’ve been watching me watch you?” you teased, your voice playful despite the heat washing over you.

“Can you blame me? You’re kinda hard to miss. Cute as hell, smart, sexy, funny, beautiful, always with that smile,” he replied, leaning back against the couch, as he flashed that charming grin. “And trust me, I’ve got fantasies of my own about you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. “Are you serious?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way he looked at you made it hard to concentrate.

“Let’s just say, I’ve imagined what it’d be like to have you in many positions,” he said, his voice low and smooth, sending shivers down your spine.

Kadeem had a crush on you, and those feelings surpassed into something deeper, but your imagination did run wild.

“I've had a few of the same.” You could hardly believe the words spilling from his mouth, it made your heart race.

“But honestly, I’d rather just have you all to myself, no cameras,” he admitted, his tone shifting to something more intimate.

You tried to speak but the words caught in your throat. You weren’t sure how to respond.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N. Don’t hold back,” he replied, his voice a tempting whisper.

“No cameras. Just us, I want it to be real, you know?” you confirmed, your voice steady with sudden confidence.

Kadeem’s expression softened, a genuine smile spreading across his face. “I like the sound of that.”

You took a deep breath, the weight of his question hanging in the air. “So you want me to fuck you Y/N?” he asked you with a smile on his face.

You nodded nervously yet spoke up, “Yes, I do. But fuck me like you hate me yet you can't resist me, spank my ass, gently choke me, praise but without the word good girl, and edging, give me some direction, like that rough edge in your videos,”

“I can definitely do that. But I’ll make sure it’s all about your pleasure too. I want to know what makes you feel good but just say no when you want to stop” he mused, nodding at you.

Before you could respond, the doorbell rang again, breaking the moment. You shot him an apologetic smile and jumped up, He rushed to the door.

As Kadeem opened it, the delivery driver stood there with the food, the aroma of garlic parmesan wings and fries wafting in, making your stomach growl. You couldn't wait to eat.

“Perfect timing!” you exclaimed, he grabbed the bags from the driver and tipping him generously before closing the door. He hurried back to the couch, where you were already eyeing the spread eagerly.

He placed the bags on the brown polished coffee table, hissed from the heat touching your skin.

“So you like garlic parmesan?” he asked, opening the containers to reveal the steaming wings and crispy fries, each accompanied by little cups of ranch.

“I like what I like, so how have you been?” you replied, your heart still racing from the earlier conversation as you settled back next to him, the food between you both.

“I’ve been good, this is the kind of night I can get behind—good food, good company,” he replied with a smile, picking up a wing and taking a bite, savoring the flavor.

You laughed softly, feeling the playful energy between you both. “And you enjoy my company?” you suggested, dipping a fry in ranch and offering it to him.

“Absolutely,” he replied, leaning in to take the fry from your fingers, his lips brushing against your fingers. The simple action sent a thrill through you, igniting the chemistry that simmered beneath the surface.

After your food was finished, thrown in the trash and both of you washed your washes your hands, you grabbed his hands and led him to your bedroom, nudging the door open to the room that was neat. The walls were painted a soft lilac, a comforting hue.

Thankfully you did some spring cleaning this morning, so the vibrant floral sheets and candles gave the room a cozy feel. The smell of fresh linen and lavender filled the air.

The bed was in the middle of your bedroom, with the dresser in the corner and a small bookshelf beside it overflowing with novels and trinkets collected over the years. The vibe Kadeem got from it was one of warmth and personality.

“Nice place you got here,” he remarked, taking in the surroundings with appreciation. He stood in the middle of the room with his

“Thank you, I try to keep it comfortable and inviting," you replied with a grateful smile. Was this man trying to steal your secrets on interior decorating, or was he just being polite?

You grabbed a condom from the dresser and passed it to him. “Will it fit you?” you asked him, a teasing glint in your eye, though your voice carried a hint of genuine curiosity as well.

"Trust me, it’ll fit," he said with a wink, taking off his shirt while unwrapping the condom and tossing it onto the bed. "Now, you ready for this?"

Your eyes almost sparkled with lust as you nodded, you felt the lust building up inside. His dark brown skin was beautiful, and his chest was toned, each muscle defined under the soft glow of the candles.

“More than ready,” you breathed, your heart racing in rhythm with the pounding of your pulse. You tugged at the edge of your shirt, pulling it over your head to reveal your breasts.

After taking off your shorts and panties, you wiped your sweaty hands on the towel you had used before tossing it into the hamper. You were so damn nervous but took a few breaths to keep your cool.

You bent over onto the bed and wiggled your ass at Kadeem, he responds by giving it a rough smack, you stifled a moan while he towers over you.

With that, you pushed him gently back onto the bed, the soft mattress cradling you as he hovered over you. His chain dangling in your face and kissed your lips again, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers, his dick was thick and hung near his thigh. That was a monster.

“Damn,” you mumbled to yourself, your jaw hung low. You were damn speechless for the first time but you swallowed quickly.

“Like what’chu see beautiful?” Kadeem asked with a grin, flipping the light switch, the darkness filled the room but he turned on the other light switch to dim.

It wasn’t too dark in the room but just enough light to see both of you, he kneeled onto the bed and hovered over you again.

You almost covered your face until he grabbed them, your cheeks heating again like a blushing bride getting ready for her wedding day, “Don't hide that pretty face from me,” he added.

He stepped closer, his hands framing your face as he leaned in to capture your lips in a heated kiss. You melted into him, the soft pressure of his mouth against yours made you moan.

Your legs spread open for him, his eyes on your pussy then flickered back to you, his fingers gently fingered your pussy, you gasped softly, “Shit, no teasing, Kadeem please…” you whimpered biting your lip, he definitely wanted to do that first.

He chuckled darkly at your quick reply, his mouth wrapped around your nipple and kept pumping his fingers in and out of you at a tortuous, fast pace. He loved every moment of his, the faces you made and the way your moans echoed through the walls, alerting the residents Kadeem fucking you good.

Your essence spread all over the bedsheets, driving you wild in pleasure. “Fuck..m-more,” you babbled softly, moving your hips to his fingers. Kadeem smirked at you while picking up the pace. You were a wet whimpering mess, legs shaking as he watched you break apart underneath him.

“Fuck Kadeem, just like that!” You reached for him desperately, when his fingers curled up inside you with reckless abandon, your back arched and your hands clutched his shoulders.

His hand grasped and kissed your breasts, releasing your wrists while your hands rested on his neck. His mouth sucked your nipple and his fingers kept that pace, “You better not cum till I say so,” he said with his voice raised an octave.

“Ohh…fuck! Fuck! Kadeem!” You moaned again, catching the faint squeaks from your bed as you scoot away, “No runnin’ from me, that’s the rule,” he replied as he grabbed your wrists again. All you could was scream loudly in pleasure from his other finger pinching your clit again.

“I-i need y-your d-dick, Kadeem,” You lamented in between sentences, feeling that familiar knot tightening in your stomach, his lips slotting against yours, your mouth parted for a scream of pleasure. That had his dick harden from you.

His tongue explored your mouth and twirled with yours. swapping spit in the deep kiss and leaving a spit chain as he pulled away from you. you were so tired of the damn teasing, your hands squirming in his clutch.

“Look at you, all lost in it,” Kadeem spoke up, feeling the pleasure from you, the heat raised, his thumb swiveling onto your clit and essence pooling around his finger.

“That feels too good!”

You were betrayed by your pussy, every thrust of his finger made your body scoot across the bed and you shifted and turned, and your skin began to heat up. You essence gushed onto his fingers, he stopped immediately and withdrew his fingers from your pussy. You couldn't help what body knew what to do, he released your wrists and spanked your ass roughly.

“What did I say? You don't listen…” Kadeem barked at you, his nose rubbed against yours.

Your chest rose and fell as you took a moment to compose yourself after nodding at him. You clenched the bedsheets while he enveloped your body, directing his thick dick towards your wet entrance.

His half-lidded eyes watches how your mouth parted for a slut like moan when he shoved himself inside you, pleading the man to fuck you harder. Bullying his dick deep inside to fit every inch, fulfills that craving of friction. “Already so fucking wet-damn..” he muttered.

"Kadeem, you're soo big,” You trailed off after a plethora of moans, he knew that you were speechless and only answered with a wild moan or two. Kneading your other breast while giving long, deep strokes that go dizzy and dumb, He likes this side of you, the way your body responds to him. He was definitely gonna make you his.

"You’re mine,” He whispered in your ear, digging deeper into you again as he watched himself go in and out effortlessly, your wetness coating his dick like a blanket. He wanted to get every drop, he moaned at the sight.

He brought his body closer to yours, your arms wrapped around his neck and his thrusts went sporadic, the gold chain touched your collarbone and you shook from the cold metal, “M-mine, you're all mine,” you trailed off

Nails scratching relentlessly onto his back with every ruthless thrust, Kadeem kept grunting and raspily moaning from that, he was spurred on from the way you bounced under him to your moans, this was better than his video, you were finally filled up to the brim by him. “Keep scratching me up pretty girl, I'll fuck you harder,” he groaned lowly.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and your breathless moans, echoing off the walls as you saw the colors of the room blurring from your tear-filled eyes. As if the room was spinning, the bed creaked from the movement from when he picked up the pace again, thrusting deeper and harder, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “That’s my girl, you’re doing so good, baby,”

“That’s it, let it build. You can do it,” he encouraged, his voice a low growl that resonated within you.You felt your swollen pussy clench around his dick tighter. “Let me cum, Kadeem,”

“You can cum now,”

With that, you came undone immediately. Your essence left a big mess on his dick and bedding, He followed suit by filling you up and you screamed loudly, the soft glow of the lights casting light onto your bodies. Kadeem collapsed beside you.

“You good?” he asked in concern with his eyes flickering toward you, you nodded weakly. “I'll run you a hot bath,”

“Damn girl, you’re something else,” Kadeem panted lowly, looking at you while kissing your lips.

“I can definitely say that same thing about you, baby,” You chuckled lightly.

He picked you up and carried you into the bathroom, running a hot bath for you while he gently settled you into the foamy bath, sighing in bliss at the touch of the warm water on your skin. He pulled up his sweatpants, then crouched near the tub. He looked like he had something on his mind.

“Can I take you out for a date?”

You smiled at the man and nodded in agreement, bringing your legs close to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “I’d like that, you remember what’s my favorite place?” you asked him, heat in your cheeks.

“Yeah, that Italian restaurant around the corner. I can pick you up around 8? This weekend?” he asked you with a gentle tone, smiling at you.

“I’d like that,” You replied with a warm smile. Feeling that warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach. This was a great Friday night, now he was all yours.

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[prettyprincessduh]

How they react when you wear a sundress ~

Rami characters edition ✨️

AN ~ Since it's getting hot out and the sun is finally wanting to shine, I wrote these short stories on how different Rami characters would react to the reader in a sundress and no panties cuz I'm down bad

TW ~ My stories are mature, so there will be suggestive language and depending on the character spicy scenes. Never mind, they all have spicy endings lmaooo

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Ahkmenrah ~

The sun is high, waves rolling, and your skin is still warm from a morning swim.

You pick that sundress. The soft, flowy one. The one that hugs your hips and flutters just right when the breeze hits.

No bra. No panties.

Just skin, sunlight, and sinful thoughts.

You find Ahkmenrah lounging by the pool, book in hand, shirt unbuttoned, golden skin glistening.

“Hey,” you say, real casual.

He looks up.

And then he sees.

The sway of your hips. The dip of your neckline. The way the light shines through the fabric.

His eyes narrow. His book closes slowly.

You tilt your head. “Something wrong, Pharaoh?”

He stands. He walks over. Doesn’t speak just circles you once. Observing.

Then leans down, voice husky:

“You wear nothing beneath this dress.”

You gasp, tiny, innocent. “How would you know?”

He smirks. “Because if you did… I wouldn’t be able to see through it"

You’re frozen.

He brushes a hand along your lower back, teasing the hem. His breath is hot against your ear.

“Is this how queens walk among mortals? Or is this meant for me alone?”

The wind lifts the fabric ever so slightly.

His hand grips your hip.

And then he steps back.

“I suggest,” he says, voice tight, “you go back to our room. Now.”

You blink. “Why?”

He leans in, eyes burning. “Because if I take you here… the ocean won’t be the only thing flooding this island.”

You run.

He follows.

And that sundress?

Tossed across the floor within seconds.

The aftermath ~

When it’s over, your body is trembling, every inch of you sore but satisfied in a way you never expected. Ahkmenrah’s body lies over yours, still breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling as he gathers his strength again.

You feel like you've been claimed, both physically and emotionally, by the Pharaoh himself.

And just when you think it’s safe to breathe…

He smiles, a devilish grin on his lips. “Rest well, my queen. You have earned this.”

But you know this is far from over.

His kiss is still imprinted on your lips, his touch still fresh on your skin. And now, every time you look at him, you know what he’s capable of.

You shiver, and he notices. “I think you may be addicted to me now.”

You smirk back, curling up against his chest.

“We’ll see about that, Ahkmenrah.”

Elliot Alderson ~

It’s a hot, sticky summer day in the city. You’re meeting Elliot for something simple, coffee, maybe a walk, nothing big.

You show up in that sundress.

Soft pastel, barely-there straps, falling perfectly over your curves…

…and underneath?

Absolutely nothing.

You catch him outside the café. He’s in his usual hoodie, jeans, head down and already anxious just existing.

Then he looks up.

And you see it happen.

System error.

His eyes widen, jaw tenses, lips part like he’s about to say something but—

Nothing comes out.

You walk over, all innocent. “Hey, you good?”

He blinks. Slowly.

“Y-Yeah. Just… you look—”

He stops himself. Swallows hard. Fidgets with his sleeve.

“Warm day, right?” you tease, swaying a little closer.

His eyes drop.

To your thighs.

The way your dress moves with each step.

The distinct lack of… lines.

Silent panic.

He clears his throat, looking away instantly.

“I, um… I wasn’t expecting—It’s just—”

“You okay, Elliot?” you lean in, whispering near his ear, “You’re glitching.”

His breath hitches.

“I’m not glitching,” he lies, very obviously glitching.

You smile, brushing his hand.

You both go inside and he sits on the inside of the booth

“Want me to sit across from you, or…” you lower your voice, “…next to you?”

He doesn’t answer. Just stares at you with a mix of panic, arousal, and pure emotional combustion.

So you sit next to him anyway. Cross your legs slowly.

He flinches.

You lean in. “I didn’t wear anything underneath.”

He.exe crashes.

He’s dead silent.

Then, after a beat:

“…Why would you tell me that?”

You grin. “Thought you’d like the visual.”

His voice drops, shaky and low.

“I do. Way too much.”

You see his hands curl into fists in his lap. He can’t even look at you.

But under the table?

You feel his leg twitch closer.

You reach for his hand. He lets you take it. His palm is sweaty. His grip? Desperate.

He looks at you finally, pupils blown, breath ragged.

He stands up abruptly, causing your heart to skip. “I’ll be right back,” he murmurs, voice a little lower than usual, before he walks towards the bathroom door.

You’re frozen. There’s an energy crackling in the air. You wait a beat, unsure whether you should follow. But the pull is too strong.

You get up, quietly following him toward the restroom, and the door swings open with a soft click.

Inside, the small, dimly lit bathroom is a world away from the café's bustling noise. It’s quiet too quiet, and the heavy silence between you both feels more charged than anything you've ever experienced.

You lock the door behind you, and Elliot doesn’t waste a second. He grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him until your chest is pressed against his.

You can hear his breath, shallow, like he’s barely holding it together. His hands slide to your waist, his fingers grazing your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

“Elliot…” you whisper, your heart racing.

“I just… I need you. Now.” he murmurs

You barely process the words before his lips crash into yours, hot and desperate. It’s nothing like the casual kisses you’ve had before this is raw, urgent, as if you’re both trying to consume each other in the smallest space possible.

You gasp when his tongue slides against yours, his hands moving to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. He presses you against the cold, tiled wall, the heat of his body contrasting with the chill of the bathroom around you.

You can’t help but give in, your hands exploring him in return, feeling the intensity building between you both. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck, his breath warm against your skin.

His hands grip your hips tighter, and he lifts you slightly, pressing you harder against the wall. The way his body feels against yours makes everything else disappear the world outside, the constant noise. It’s just the two of you caught in a moment of reckless abandon.

Your breath quickens as he continues to kiss you, every movement of his lips on yours pushing you further into a state of need. His hand slides down to your thigh, pulling your leg up around his waist, his touch searing through the fabric of your dress

You feel the unmistakable tension in the air, the hunger building, but it’s different with Elliot. He’s so controlled, so careful, yet so lost in this moment with you. There’s an edge to it, a danger of getting caught that only adds to the thrill.

Josh Washington ~

You're at the lodge again, but it's summer this time. No snow. Just heat, games, and a group reunion that somehow landed you and Josh alone for the afternoon.

You come downstairs wearing it.

A thin, pastel sundress. Lacy, flirty, soft as a whisper.

No bra.

No panties.

Josh is in the kitchen, humming something dumb, probably about cereal. His back’s to you.

“Hey Josh?”

He turns.

Silence.

His brain does a hard reboot.

He blinks. Once. Twice.

Then?

“Oh… fuck me.”

You smirk. “Something wrong?”

“Uh—yeah. No. Nothing. You just—uh—” he gestures vaguely at you, “—look like the entire concept of temptation.”

You twirl a little. “It’s warm out.”

He nods slowly, eyes absolutely stuck on you.

He’s trying to be respectful. Really.

But then the sundress sways when you step closer, and he sees just enough to realize…

“Oh my god. You’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

You tilt your head, fake innocent. “Wanna check?”

He stares at you like you’ve just pulled the pin on a grenade and handed it to him with a kiss.

“Okay,” he says, hands on his hips, pacing like he’s negotiating with God, “first of all, rude. Second of all, I’ve been trying to be good—trying really hard—but you are out here acting like the world is your runway and I’m your personal simp—”

“You are.”

He freezes.

Then groans. Loudly. “This is so unfair.”

You walk past him, very slowly, brushing your hand along his chest. “C’mon. You gonna let me win this easy?”

He grabs your wrist. Gentle, but firm.

Eyes dark.

Voice low.

“Bedroom. Now. Before I lose the tiny shred of self-control I have left.”

You barely make it up the stairs.

He’s kissing your neck, his hands sliding under the dress, lifting it inch by inch.

“You really wore this for me, didn’t you?”

You nod, breathless.

“Yeah? You like teasing me? You like being bad?”

His voice is a growl now.

“You’re not walking right tomorrow. Just so you know.”

Finn ~ NFS

It’s late afternoon and you pull up to the garage where Finn’s been working all day music bumping, tools clinking, and that boy’s hoodie tied around his waist like he’s in a thirst trap ad for motor oil.

You walk in.

The air smells like grease and gasoline, but you? You’re a breath of dangerous air.

You’re in a tiny sundress. Bare shoulders. Loose skirt. Skin glowing in the sunset.

And nothing underneath.

“Hey, grease monkey,” you call.

Finn turns from under the hood of his car, wiping his hands on a rag. He looks at you.

Then looks again.

Paused. Entire game lagged.

“…Ohhh no. Nope. What’re you tryna pull, baby?”

You blink. “What?”

He walks over slow, checking you out head to toe.

“That dress. That smile. That walk—nah, that’s an ambush.”

You twirl. “It’s hot today.”

“Not as hot as you are, damn,” he mutters, biting his lip.

He grabs his water bottle and chugs it like his life depends on it.

You hop up to sit on the hood of one of the cars, swinging your legs.

The dress rides up.

Finn freezes.

“…You’re not wearing panties, are you?”

You give a coy shrug. “Maybe not.”

He runs a hand down his face, pacing.

“You know I’ve got work to do, yeah? You know I’m tryin’ to be good today?”

“You could be bad,” you offer sweetly.

He’s by you in seconds, standing between your legs.

“Say that again.”

You lean in, tugging his shirt. “Be bad for me.”

His hands slide up your thighs, pushing the dress higher.

The aftermath ~

You end up half-undressed, moaning his name in the backseat of some unfinished car, sundress bunched at your waist, his hands on your hips like he’s never letting go.

Later, he tugs you into his lap and whispers, “You’re not allowed in that dress near any of my friends. Ever. S’only for me.”

And he means it.

[redvelvetstars22]

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Edit: Okay so I just started season 3 and I’d say this probably takes place somewhere in there! (also I got a little carried away with the Lady and the Tramp references so just be aware that this story was very self indulgent for me and that you might not ever own a cocker spaniel or name him Scamp lmao) ———————————————————————————

I’m taking Flipper for her second walk in the past hour. She peed on my bed twice, which is weird because she usually whines at me until I take her outside. I’m starting to think she’s sick or something. I hope she isn’t dying. I can’t afford to take her to the vet. The closest one to me is charging over seven hundred dollars just to see her. If she was dying they’d probably triple the price and then tell me about how horrible of an owner I am when I tell them I can’t pay for her treatment.

…I’m starting to feel nauseous. I need to stop thinking about this. I need a distraction.

There’s a person walking towards me. They’re walking their dog too. It’s small. A little taller than Flipper. I think it’s some kind of… Cocker Spaniel? That’s what that breed is called right? I’m pretty sure they’re the ones with the long ears. Like Lady, the dog from that Disney movie. Darlene used to watch that movie a lot when we were kids. I think she only stopped watching it because the VHS tape broke-

Oh. Flipper stopped walking. She won’t move. What is she doing?… She’s sniffing the Cocker Spaniel. I didn’t realize until now, but that person is standing next to me. They look surprised by their dog stopping too. Both dogs are sniffing each other. I don’t know what to do. Should I keep walking? No, I don’t think so. This is how dogs become friends right? Flipper and the other dog seem to like each other. I shouldn’t interrupt them.

“Ah, um, I guess our dogs are friends now..!”

What?

“What?”

“Oh, uh, sorry! I just- just said that our dogs are friends now, since they’re being pretty chill.”

Shit. I completely forgot this person was here. What do I say? Should I just agree and nod? No that’d make things awkward. Dammit. I need to say something. Think, Elliot…

“Uh… Yeah. Their tails are wagging. That’s usually… good.”

A little awkward but should be a decent response.

The person’s gone quiet again. I hope I didn’t completely weird them out. Flipper is still playing with their dog after all. I don’t want her to lose a friend because I can’t talk to other people. Then she’ll be lonely. I don’t want her to end up like me.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve seen Scamp this excited to be around another dog before.”

Scamp? That’s their dog’s name? I’ll have to remember that. Could be used in one of their passwords…

“You named your dog Scamp?”

“Yeah! It’s a reference to the son of Lady and Tramp from, uh, the Disney movie. Their son is actually the same breed of dog as Tramp, but I ignored that just so I could use the name anyway.”

Huh. I didn’t know the puppies at the end had names. Is there a sequel? If there is, maybe I should ask Darlene if she wants to watch it together. She’d probably like that.

“That’s cool. Um, my dog’s name is Flipper. I don’t know why. That’s just the name she had before I… adopted her.”

“Aww, well it’s a super cute name! Buuut, maybe, she was a really good swimmer. The only way to know would be to see how she reacts to a bath or a pool.”

“Hm… That could make sense. I’ll have to test it out sometime.”

This person was actually starting to feel interesting. Now I’m starting to feel that itch again. The itch in my brain that tells me I need to hack them and learn everything and anything about them. It’s overwhelming. I need to leave-

“Hey, since we bumped into each other, and probably will again if we keep taking this same route, I might as well introduce myself. I’m Y/N!”

Now I’ll have to remember that too. They’re staring at me. Oh, right, I have to respond.

“Oh, um, I’m Elliot. And you probably won’t see me again after this. I’m only walking Flipper now because she pissed on my bed for some reason.”

I… Shouldn’t have said that. I made things uncomfortable. I can tell by the look on Y/N’s face now. They look… concerned, most likely for Flipper.

“Oh, jeez, that sucks. I hope she’s not sick…”

“Me too. I really don’t want to go to the vet.”

“Can’t afford it?”

“Yeah.”

“I totally get it. Vets can be wayyy too expensive. Like, ridiculously expensive. But I do know a place that’s affordable most of the time. Here- I’ll give you the address.”

They just pulled a notepad out of their pocket. I assumed they were going to ask for my number instead to just text it to me… Why do I feel almost disappointed they didn’t?

Doesn’t matter. They just gave me the note. I’ve seen this address before. This place is right next to that corner store a few streets away. I’ll have to look into it, make sure it isn’t shady.

“Oh, cool. I’ll check it out.”

“The building’s pretty small, so you might have to wait a while for appointments sometimes, but overall the staff are nice and the prices are decent. Maybe we’ll even see each other there from time to time!”

They look genuinely happy at that thought. I don’t know why.

“Hm… Maybe we will.”

I want to say more but I need to leave. Mr. Robot is yelling at me. He wants me to go back to my apartment. Says I have work to do. I wish he’d go away. Can’t he see I’m busy…?

“Um… I have to go. See you… later?”

“Yeah! Yeah, see you later, Elliot.”

They’re smiling at me. For some reason, I want to smile back. I shouldn’t do that though. Then they’ll think we’re friends and they’ll try to talk to me again if we ever do run into each other after this.

Mr. Robot also thinks this person would be a distraction from other important things. I don’t really agree with him, but I don’t feel like arguing right now.

…I just realized I walked away from Y/N. Hopefully they didn’t think I was rude for not smiling back. Mr. Robot says I shouldn’t care about that right now, but I do. I don’t understand why though.

Flipper’s whining at me. I think she’s sad about leaving Scamp. I feel bad for her, but I know she won’t be upset for too long. Once I get home and find out where Y/N lives and at what times they take their dog for a walk, Flipper won’t ever have to worry about not seeing her new friend again.

[ponyosmom35]

I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

Synopsis: The reader was dating Elliot before he forgot who he was, she never left his side. and months later he remembers.

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes. 

There she was, standing in a dress, her hair was curled and she had a smile on her face as she opened the door to see who’d knocked. This woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. All of the air is stolen from his lungs as he meets her eyes. Her aqua-colored eyes. After seeing the note she posted in the mail room about needing help with her computer, Elliot was curious. He surprised himself by responding to the ad and emailing her. Two days later he stood in front of her door, his heart beating out of his chest. His palms sweating. He’d never felt this way before.

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks  

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly 

“I’m Willow, and I cannot thank you enough for answering! I tried taking it to a shop but they wanted to charge me $200, this was kinda my last resort” she explains 

“I’m happy to help”

“I hope you’re good, because I don’t know the first thing about computers” she says “come on in” 

Elliot follows her into her apartment, the layout the exact same as his. She’d decorated the place well, it looked like a home. She had tons of plants brightening up the space, as well as wall art covering every inch of space. A lot of color. He noticed her large bookshelf, a gorgeous color-coded collection. Her windows had sheer multicolored curtains which kept her entire apartment incredibly visible from onlookers. She had no tv and a large cat lying in the center of her bed. Her desk sat in front of the window just like his own, giving her a view of the apartments across the street. He wondered if they could see into her space just as well. The thought made him sick to his stomach. 

“Here it is” she says leading him over to the desk, her MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, perfectly aligned with the planner next to it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he could tell that it was a simple fix. Five minutes max. A part of him felt disappointed that it wasn’t a large project to keep him in her apartment for hours. 

“I see what’s going on, its no problem” he says as he begins typing in a code

“Oh my gosh you are literally a lifesaver, I need this for work like seriously my entire life is on this dumb computer” 

“Fuck me” he curses 

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks 

“No I told you, dinner is on me as a thank you” she smiles as she sits across from him in the diner. “What sounds good?” she asks 

“I’m not sure” 

“Well I can recommend their garden burger, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had” 

“Garden burger?” he asks 

“Oh I’m a vegetarian by choice. I watched an animal cruelty doc in high school and now I’m scared for life”

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods 

“Really? Nobody has ever actually listened to my recommendations before” she laughs 

“If I hate it then that means you’ll just have to take me out again” he says, smiling at her

“Deal” she smirks 

“you’re scaring me”

“How did you get into coding? It seems like such a niche skill” she asks as they walk down the street side by side. His jacket slid over her shoulders. 

“My dad taught me my first code, I taught myself the rest” he shrugs 

“Why?”

“I always found it to be interesting, the power of hacking into something and being able to see all of the secrets someone’s hiding. You can see exactly who someone is, no sugar coating no lies. You can always trust a code” he admits, shocked that he felt comfortable enough to actually say any of this out loud. 

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly 

“No” 

“Why not?”

“You’re different, not like the rest. You don’t rely on technology to survive. I wanted to know you” he says 

“I’m glad you responded to my ad Elliot” she smiles 

“Me too”

“Do you want me to call Darlene?” she asks 

Elliot stands to his feet and scrambles to his door to see who would be knocking at 9 pm. He looks through the peephole and there she was. He rips the door open and stares at her in concern. Before he could say a word she drops her head as her lips tremble. Tears fall down her cheeks and Elliot panics. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks

“My boss, he asked me to dinner tonight to discuss our big meeting on Friday. But he never even brought it up,  he told me that If I didn’t sleep with him then I would lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job, Elliot! I love what I do, fuck I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she responds. His body is filled with rage as he takes in her words. 

“What did you say?” he asks 

“I told him I had to go and I ran straight here” she sniffles 

Elliot pulls her into his arms, holding her body close to his as he lets her cry. He clutches onto her hair, smoothing it gently. He’d never been comfortable with touch before, yet at the moment he’d met this girl he wanted to touch her skin, feel how soft it would be. He craved her like nothing before. 

“I’m gonna fix this, don’t worry” he promises as he places a kiss on her head. 

“Please say something!” she pleads 

Elliot had just gotten off of work. He hated his new job. A simple programmer, protecting Allsafe from any potential hacks. The simplicity of it was nice, yet he craved more. He was capable of so much more. He sets his bag down and sits on his couch. He was tired, after he’d spent the night talking to Willow’s boss, he hacked him and exposed him to the police for money laundering. He’d stolen millions. He closes his eyes to attempt to get some rest when a hand slams on the door, pounding angrily. He gets up and opens it to see WIllow. 

She pushes past him and walks into the center of his apartment and crosses her arms. “Did you hack my boss?” 

“Yes” he shrugs 

“He got arrested at work today, they said he was stealing money” she snaps, he does not respond and stares at her blankly. “You can’t just do things like this Elliot!”

“I was protecting you” he says, causing her to stare at him with an unknown emotion in her eyes. 

“Its not your job to protect me, you put yourself at risk” 

“I don’t make mistakes, and I don’t leave evidence behind” he says moving closer to her

“I can take care of myself” she says in a small voice as he stands mere inches from her. 

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

“He made you upset, he tried to hurt you. He doesn’t t get to go free after that” 

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

“Because you - you’re everything to me Will” 

“I - what?” she asks 

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again” 

Elliot places a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently. She gasps in shock and melts into his hold. The touch of her skin against his makes him feel alive. This is what he’d been searching for his entire life. Peace washes over his anxious brain. All of the loneliness that consumed his nights melted away. This was it, this was everything. 

His eyes finally focus on her own, noticing the panic in her eyes as her tears threaten to spill. Two years’ worth of memories flooded him. All of the unconditional love and support she’d given him. The hours she held him while his body fought his anxiety. The way she would curl into his chest at night, tucking herself into him. Her loud laugh bounced off the walls of the apartment as she forced him to dance. He was happy, he was loved. And he’d forgotten her. Treated her horribly. She’d never said a word about who she was to him. Despite all of his words she stayed by his side. 

“I remember” he says simply 

“What?”

“I remember us” 

“Don’t fuck with me like that Elliot” she warns, stepping back. He reaches out and grips her arm out of instinct. 

“Your real name is Margaret, after your grandmother, but you go by your middle name” he says, watching as her tears fall. “You’re a Taurus and your favorite flowers are roses even though you’re allergic. You are my girlfriend, the woman I love. You are real”

“El?” she asks  

Elliot pulls her into a hug, holding her as though she may disappear any second. Willow breaks down into tears and cries into his shoulder. Her entire body shakes as she sobs. 

“Fuck I’m so sorry - I can’t even begin to apologize for what I’ve done” 

“It’s not your fault” 

“I left you”

“I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t you. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me” she says as he wipes her tears 

“You knew?” 

“I wasn’t sure, but I knew that he wasn’t you. I’m just so glad that your back” she smiles

[i-smoke-chapstick]

i cannot get out of my mind a crossover for joe goldberg x reader x elliot alderson. Its just so perfect?

[notapradagurl7]

Shadows Of Us.

Black Fem! Reader x Joey Bada$$ as “Leon” from Mr. Robot.

Summary: On a regular Saturday night, as you enjoy classic sitcoms together in the comfort of your house with Leon, your cool yet mysterious friend who works for the Dark Army. You blurted something, challenging the boundaries of your friendship. Despite his fear of getting too close, it led to a moment that refined your connection.

Warnings: angst, praise, choking kink, bedroom sex, cursing, spanking, fingering, oral (fem receiving) dirty talk, consensual intimacy, virginity loss, protected sex, fluff.

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The rays from the flat-screen television radiate a warm glow throughout the living room, dancing across your rich melanated skin and Leon’s deep ebony skin. Leon sat beside you comfortably on the sage green couch, absentmindedly gazing upon Living Single. He hummed along to the rhythmic theme song as you leaned back, feeling the plush cushions cradle you as you sank into relaxation.

Leon’s arms rested confidently on the couch backs, while his legs sprawled slightly, causing his knee to brush against yours in a fleeting, electric moment. As your eyes locked, drawing you deeper. While your elbow rested on the right armrest, your face rested on your palm.

“My bad,” Leon apologized, his eyes flickered to you then back to the television screen.

“It's okay, Leon.” You responded kindly, your eyes on the television.

The rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with a hint of his cologne, enveloped the room, the scent was comforting and made you feel right at home.

Spending time with Leon was anything but tedious. Your afternoons together slipped away effortlessly as you immersed yourselves in episodes of classic sitcoms.

Whether it was the crazy moments of *Seinfeld* or the nostalgic humor of *Living Single*, you found joy in the stories and the dialogues interspersed with hours of conversation, spending those afternoons at the diner, for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Leon was an enigma; an assassin for the Dark Army, he carried with him unshared tales of his past life—stories of danger, intrigue, and connections built from the shadows of his experiences.

The Dark Army taught Leon to be formidable, always ready to defend and strike for the sake of his loved ones.

His short time behind bars had imparted a tough exterior, but you knew there was so much more beneath the surface, that was how the Dark Army found him.

There was a depth that made each moment shared with him feel profound and thrilling.

He exuded effortless coolness, as he always did, clad in a black tee shirt that was layered over it was an oversized camouflage hoodie that draped comfortably. His cargo camouflage fitted pants, the splotches on the outfit in the colors of ink-black, and grey, hugging him in all the right places to highlight his physique.

His two-strand twisted black locs swayed lightly with each move, framing his attractive face.

On this typical Saturday night, you opted for a more laid-back look, slipping into black shorts that allowed for easy movement, paired with a matching tee shirt that felt soft against your skin. Your black box braids were pulled up into a high bun.

You didn't inquire much about his life or occupation. Was his actual name even Leon?

He was gone for hours, possibly days, yet he always returned to you after his risky offlance work. The two of you were just friends, not in a romantic relationship.

The familiar laugh track from Living Single echoed through the room for what felt like the millionth time, blending into the background like a well-worn theme song melody.

You started to hum along absentmindedly, mirroring a sense of intrigue about something on your mind, not the drama on the screen, even if you'd seen it all before.

Leon’s gaze flickered in your direction, his face softening as he noticed your subtle hum. The moment hung in the air, taking hold of Leon’s attention.

That happened a lot from time to time and even if you didn't speak, Leon could always tell that there was something prickling in your mind.

You typically offered your playful commentary or quipped about the antics of the characters on screen. It was an unusual quiet, between your usual banter and this gentle exchange.

“Somethin’ on your mind Y/N?” Leon asked in a tone that was both reassuring and curious.

The way Leon uttered your name sent a flurry of butterflies dancing in your stomach, an blend of excitement and nerves. You inhaled deeply, feeling your breath tremble as you held it for a moment.

Your thumbs fidgeted in your lap, twisting and twirling together anxiously, as you fought to steady your racing heart.

This was the courage you had been building up for weeks, perhaps even months. “Actually…yeah, there is something on my mind,” you spoke up, gazing at him as he held perfect eye contact.

Damn, he noticed too much. You had something to say; why not just say it?

The question you have been holding back, the one that had yanked just out of reach of your lips.

"I don’t want to be a virgin anymore, Leon,” you blurted out, your heart racing as your gaze flickered back to him, searching for a reaction.

Leon’s deep brown eyes softened, yet his voice carried a gentle firmness as he replied, “You know we can’t do that, shorty.”

There was something deeper to his words—concern and reluctance. You could see the internal conflict etched across his face.

Leon was afraid of getting too attached, of crossing a line that could lead to heartache. The shadows of his life loomed large in your mind, the risks of his dangerous profession making him hesitate.

He didn’t want to plunge into something deeper, fearing that losing you would be a consequence of the choices he made in his line of work.

It was this blend of longing and apprehension that made him so skeptical, and it left you feeling both hopeful and frustrated.

“I know that your job is dangerous, but I need this to be a one-time thing—just to get it over with. I’d rather do this with someone I trust,” you spoke, your voice softening as you looked at him with earnest eyes.

Leon’s lips fell down into a frown, his heart aching at the implication of “one-time thing.” The words lanced through him, stirring hurt and longing, but he was happy to be trusted by you that much.

“One-time thing? It's never a one-time thing Y/N, it can always lead to more,” Leon replied back, his tone laid back.

You waved him off with a smile, humming in response. But Leon gives in to you, it was as if you had a hold on him he couldn't shake.

"Like I said, I just want to get it out of the way, I'm in no rush but I need you for this,” You trailed off, your hands gesturing to him and you.

Yet, as he gazed into your delicate features, with your pleading pretty face and vulnerable eyes, he felt the grip of the moment tugging at his heartstrings.

The pull was undeniable, making it increasingly difficult for him to say no, even though he knew he should.

But Leon gave in anyway, fulfilling your wish was his command. Only you were deserving of his touch.

“A’ight then, let's make it happen,” he said, his voice firm and raspy, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

You felt your heart race at the thought. Leon was undeniably handsome, and the chemistry between you two had always been there.

But the reality of the situation was that he was dangerous, and you knew it. You had to tread carefully.

“Really? You’d do that for me?” You asked, your voice a bit shaky, trying to mask the excitement bubbling within you.

You bit down on your lip, your attempt to suppress a grin only making the corners of your mouth twitch. A soft exhale escaped you, but all he did was flash that charming grin that sent a flutter through your chest.

“Yes, and I got you, but you gotta know, once we start, ain't turnin’ back,” Leon spoke up, his voice low and playful as he leaned in closer.

You let out a light chuckle, trying to mask the nervousness bubbling within you, as you discreetly wiped your sweaty hands on your shorts, thankfully you washed your hands and came right back, hoping to quell the anxiety that coursed through you.

His gaze held yours with an intense emotion that made your heart race. You took deep breathes, as you began to relax. It was normal to be nervous about this, anyone would feel the same that you did.

“I know that, Leon, and I trust you,” you replied back, the sincerity in your voice, as you held his gaze, the nerves spreading through you once more.

He smirked, a hint of confidence in his demeanor. “Trust is good, especially in a moment like this. This is goin’ to be somethin’ more huh?”

“Or the best decision I’ve ever made based off this moment,” you sang playfully, a playful grin spreading across your face.

Leon raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your boldness. “You really want this, don’t you?”

“I want to feel something more than just…watching TV, going out to eat and waiting for you to come back,” you admitted, biting your lip.

“Let’s get to it then,” he said, his voice laced with authority and allure. He took your hand, guiding you away from the couch and towards the bedroom.

Your heart raced as you walked through the shadowy hallways with him, As you stepped into the dimly lit bedroom on the right and the small lamp casting a amber orange small glow spilling in the spacious room, silence enveloped you.

You approached the dresser beside the bed, the wood cool beneath your fingertips as you tugged open the drawer, only to be met with no condoms.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips, the disappointment heavy in your voice. “Shit,” you mumbled, You had hoped to find a pack of condoms tucked away inside.

With a slight shake of your head, you closed the drawer and turned back to face him, “Do you have any condoms, Leon?” you asked him, your voice still nervous.

“Yes. I do,” Leon assured, pulling a small gold five condom packet from his back pocket.

“You’re always prepared, aren't you?" you teased, feeling excitement and nervousness.

“Stay ready so I ain't gotta get ready, girl,” Leon replied with a wink, his confidence in his voice.

You gracefully sank onto the bed, the plush mattress cradling your body as you sighed in bliss.

Your gaze remained fixed on his face, captivated by every nuance of his expression.

Slowly, you allowed your hands to glide down your sides, peeling away your shorts and panties with slowness, letting the fabric fall to the floor in a gentle flutter.

With a soft, delicate motion, you removed your tee shirt, feeling the cool air brush against your skin, shivering from it as your brown nipples poked out from the ceiling vent.

As Leon takes off his jacket and tugs at the bottom of his black t-shirt, he swiftly pulls it over his head. He tosses his clothes onto the plush bedroom carpet, next to yours, as he lowers his sweatpants and boxers.

Carefully ripping open the condom package, he discards it in the trashcan and smoothly rolls the condom onto himself.

“You’re beautiful," he murmured, his hand cradling your face while leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

Your breath caught in your throat as you gazed upon him. His toned body was a work of art, the muscles in his arms and chest defined and inviting. His dick was wide, and thick, his tip beading with precum.

He was every bit the danger you were drawn to, and yet, there was a warmth in his eyes that made you feel safe.

"Damn," You whispered, your cheeks felt warm as you took in the sight of him.

Leon chuckled softly, moving closer to you. "You like what you see?"

"More than I expected," you admitted, biting your lip. As heat pools around you.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured, "Just wait until you feel it."

Heat pooled in your core at his words, and you felt a rush of emotion. You couldn’t believe you were finally about to lose your virginity to him, it was really happening.

"Can we start with head and fingering first? After all, it’s the easy part," you suggested, biting your lip in anticipation.

"Absolutely, we can start with that. Just say the word when you'd like to stop, and I will oblige," Leon replied, nodding thoughtfully in agreement.

“Okay,” You said, lying down on your back to make sure you were comfortable.

Leon hovered above you, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips. "Just relax, Y/N. We’re gonna take our time."

You nodded, your heart racing as he crashed his lips with yours. Tilting your head, quickly deepened as your lips latched with his. Your tongues danced in sync, soft yet firm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling the heat radiating from his body, the soft sounds of lip-smacking filling the room and you moaned softly in response, his head lowered to your neck swiftly.

His full lips suckle your pulse point, leaving hickeys on your melanated skin. “Fuck, Leon,” you gasped softly, your fingers gripping his toned arms as he peppers kisses along your collarbone.

He pulled your legs apart gently, as his thumb grazing your sensitive clit, causing you to squirm beneath him. Breaking the kiss, “Shit..” you moaned softly, You could sense the playful grin on his face, but you craved more than just his kisses and touch.

“How does it feel baby?” He asked, his voice raised an octave, peppering kisses along your neck as his freehand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipple, earning a sharp gasp.

“I..it’s so good..fuck,” you moaned lowly, rolling your hips onto his fingers. Your hand rested on the back of his neck, bringing him in for another quick lip lock, heat flowing through your body as your mind was clouded with pleasure.

His fingers moved smoothly between your slick folds, and you let out a moan from the sensation as he thrust in and out. “So fuckin’ wet…” Leon mewled, he watched your face contort in pleasure, feeling your tight walls closing in on his fingers, the cold metal of his gold ring sent a chill through you and he let out a low groan.

“So..fucking..good,” You babbled as if you were drunk, your hips rolling once more. Bed creaking, body shaking but you wanted more, you didn’t except it to be this intense.

His thumb circled on your wet clit in a steady motion as his digits pumping in your walls. Your mind went blank, pleasure brimming. “f..fuck..ah! Leon!” You lamented, speaking his name like a prayer. Nails scratching at his shoulder blades, panting as if you were losing oxygen, so close.

Mewling his name over and over again, holding his fingers inside you before scrissoring them a bunch of times, as you came undone. “Shit!” you screamed, blinking away tears. Panting against his shoulder as your climax crashing over you like a tsunami, wetness spilling out as he brought you to the edge.

“There you go, baby,” he murmured, licking his lips. His eyes locked with yours as he withdrew his messy fingers glistening with essence and grinned at you.

“Don’t know how good you taste?” He asked, a rumbling sound that left his voice, and made your pussy clench around nothing with your wetness trickling from your slit, his tongue lapped up the current mess on you.

He leaned in closer, and you grabbed his wrist, your mouth wrapped around his fingers, and sucked them clean. You moaned softly, “Yes..” he bit his lip as he watched you, damn near shocked. Did he bring it out of you? he kisses you twice.

“Shit…” you mumbled, arching your back, desperate for more of his touch. Your body was responding to him in ways you never knew it could, and the thrill of it all set your nerves alight.

With a swift motion, he lowered his head down, his mouth finding your glistening pussy. “I want you to cum again,” he mumbles onto your clit, suckling it roughly, and slurping your juices.

He flicked his tongue against your sensitive clit. “Please, Leon..” you grasped sharply, your fingers tangled in his locs, pulling him closer.

His hands underneath your knees, and positioned your legs over his shoulders, "Fuck, you taste so good," he growled against you, sending vibrations through your body that made you shudder in pleasure. His hands fondling your breasts, pinching your nipples.

His tongue thrusting in and out of your wet folds with a masterful rhythm, You moan his name like a mantra, gripping and smacking your ass as he meets with each twitch of your hips. “Is..m-my pussy wet and tight enough for you? Shit!” you groaned loudly, gasping for air.

Everything was more different between you and Leon—more heartfelt. With every kiss, lick, and finger fuck. He wanted you to feel the love from him, over and over again. There was no going back from this.

His head swayed from side to side, trying to put your whole pussy in his mouth, “Hell yeah,” he murmured, his voice muffled as his tongue traced shapes on your clit with your moans growing louder.

“Right there…” You whimpered weakly, legs shaking. His fingers scissored inside you in a faster pace, tongue swirling onto your clit.

You felt the familiar heat pooling in your belly once more, the tightening of your walls signaling that a second climax was imminent. “I-I’m gonna—” you whimpered, your body tensing.

With a cry of his name, you surrendered to the pleasure, your body shaking as you came undone. Your essence pouring all over his mouth, The sensation overwhelmed you, “Leon! Fuck!”

Leon didn’t stop; he kept his mouth on you, lapping up your juices as you trembled beneath him. “Clean up the mess you made, baby,” you cried out, your voice raspy, as his head swayed from side to side, cleaned you up with his tongue.

“I need you inside of me,” you panted, your voice breathless and desperate.

He pulled away, as he licked his lips with a mischievous smirk. “You ready for me, Y/N?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, the moment feeling electric. “You sure you’re ready?” he asked, his brow furrowing slightly, concern etched on his face.

“Yes, I'm ready,” you affirmed, your chest raising and failing, your heart racing.

With a nod, Leon began by rubbing his tip onto your wet folds, coating himself with essence before he slowly pushed his dick inside. You whined from the stinging pain, as he stretched you out, Leon gritted his teeth from your wet walls clenching around him, inch by inch.

“Breathe, baby, you’re doin’ so good,” he coaxed, his voice low and soothing.

You focused on his words, taking deep breaths as he filled you completely, every inch of his dick. “I-it’s fine…Leon, just keep moving,” you whimpered, your body adjusting to his thick size.

With your consent, His hips pushing at a slow pace, as you kept taking breathes, allowing you to acclimate before he began to move, his thrusts slow. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this,” he said, Each stroke sent ripples of pleasure through you, and you could feel yourself relaxing, melting into the sensation.

“You good?” he groaned, his hips gradually pushed. His pace quickened, and you felt the delicious friction build as he hit all the right spots. “Y-yess,” you mumbled, kissing your lips again. Filling you up, so full and so good.

Soon enough, the pain subsides to pleasure, and your head falls onto the pillow as you moan at the feeling, “I...I’m good now,” you spoke, your voice breaking little by little.

“Good,” He replied, his voice raised an octave, your hands gripping his shoulders and he kisses your lips again, he was ready to give you everything. Feeling a brand new sensation you've never felt. Blinking away tears from every stroke.

With a low groan, he obliged, his hips snapping against yours, sending you spiraling deeper into bliss. “Damn, you’re fuckin’ wet, so perfect for me,” he murmured, admiration and desire lacing his words.

Hands clenching the falling blankets, Leon stole a few messy, wet kisses with you, as his hand wrapped around your neck. Feeling his dick spread your pussy out, so good, so wet. No doubt that he’s been fantasizing about this, just as you did. “Spread them legs wider for me baby,” he whispered, smirking against your skin.

You complied, opening your legs wider allowing Leon to thrust harder, and deeper, “Yes! Harder! Please!” you cried out, arching your back for more. Your heart beating like a drum, the tension rising, the feeling deeper, the two of you growing closer, he did as you told him, catching your moans, and the steady, slapping of skin to skin.

“Tears fallin’ from yo’ eyes, so desperate and tongue-tied for me, I couldn't help but fantasize about ways makin’ you come back to back, baby girl,” Leon whispered, biting on your ear.

You whimpered from his words, shattering into pieces underneath him, bodies slick with sweat pressed so close together, “You ain't the only fantasizin’ baby,” you panted heavily, Your head thrash onto the pillow, wetting up his dick and clenched around him.

“Good to know the feelin’ is mutual,” he vowed, his breath hot against your ear as he continued to drive into you, relentless and passionate.

Your hips moved together in perfect harmony, his lips latched onto yours as their tongues danced in sync, “Don’t you see how good you take this dick?” Leon grunted deeply, he grinned at the sticky wet mess underneath, watching his dick disappear in your pussy, thick lines of your cum coated his dick completely. Each thrust sent you closer to the edge, you felt the boundaries of your friendship dissolve, replaced by something deeper, something that felt right.

“Leon, I’m…gonna..cum,” you gasped, your body arching into his as pleasure coursed through you.

“Cun for me, baby. I got you,” he urged, his voice going deeper, slightly raspy.

With thrusts after thrusts, the dam broke, and you cried out his name as pleasure washed over you in waves, you came undone, “Leon!” your body trembling as you reached your peak.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Leon groaned, the sound of your name falling from his lips like a prayer as he followed you over the edge, his body shuddering as he found his release within the condom.

The two of you collapsed together, breathing heavily as you came down from the high.

“How was your first time?” he asked, his voice softening as he pressed a kiss to your lips, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“It was incredible,” you replied, a smile breaking across your face as you nestled into his side, feeling safe and content in the afterglow.

Leon wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both basked in the warmth of the moment. “Good, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Me either,” you spoke up, your hand cradled his cheek as your thumb swiped over his cheek with love.

“And just so you know, this ain't a one-time thing for me,” he admitted, his voice softening as he looked at you, his eyes filled with sincerity.

Your heart swelled at his words, a smile creeping onto your face. “Me neither,” you replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over you.

You smiled, and kissed him again. In this moment, you knew you had crossed a line, but it felt right. You were no longer just friends; you were something more, bound together by the connection you felt with him.

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[prettyprincessduh]

Period comfort ~ Rami characters edition ✨️

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AN ~ I wrote this cuz my cramps are doing backflips rn ~ Also, this isn't proof read it's literally 4am as I'm posting this, so if there's any Grammer errors I'm sorry 🎀

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Tw ~ None! These are just soft cutesy stories, all are welcome to read!

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Characters in this post ~

Elliot Alderson ~ Mr Robot

Ahkmenrah ~ NATM

Josh Washington ~ Until Dawn

Finn ~ Need 4 Speed

Elliot ~

It was late. The city was quiet, blanketed in a dull, rainy haze. The soft hum of your apartment heater and the distant sound of car tires swishing through puddles filled the silence. You were curled up on your couch in the comfiest hoodie you owned, clutching your stomach, face twisted in pain.

Elliot sat across from you in your living room chair with his signature black hoodie on, thumb nervously rubbing his knuckles as he watched you with wide, uncertain eyes.

“You’re... um. In pain?” he asked softly, like he wasn’t sure if he should even be asking.

You nodded, letting out a little whine as a cramp rolled through you. “Period cramps. The worst ones.”

Elliot blinked. “Oh.” A pause. “Okay. That’s… a thing.”

You smirked through the pain. “Yeah, a very real thing.”

He hesitated, then stood up suddenly like something in his brain clicked. “I’ll be right back.”

You raised a brow, watching as he left your apartment. Literally just walked out the door with no explanation. You sighed and grabbed a pillow, hugging it to your belly.

Twenty minutes later, Elliot returned, slightly out of breath, holding a grocery bag. His hoodie was soaked from the rain, and he looked like he’d just sprinted through a battlefield. He dropped the bag in front of you like he’d just defused a bomb.

“I got… stuff.” he mumbled as he took off the drenched hoodie, hanging it on a door to dry

You blinked. Inside the bag: a hot water bottle, three different kinds of chocolate, painkilers, two heat patches, and… was that a teddy bear?

You looked up at him, stunned. “Elliot… did you just run through the rain for period supplies?”

He awkwardly shrugged, his ears slightly pink. “I didn’t know which chocolate you liked. So… I got all of them.”

Your heart swelled. “And the bear?”

“That was… uh. I panicked. He looked like he might help.”

You giggled, despite the cramping. “You’re so cute when you panic.”

He looked away, ears redder now. “Shut up.”

You pulled the blanket aside and patted the couch beside you. “Come here.”

Elliot moved like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed, but then he sat beside you stiffly. You leaned into him, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You’re warm,” you mumbled.

He swallowed. “You can… use me. For warmth. I don’t mind.”

You looked up at him, soft eyes meeting his tired, wide ones. “Thanks for taking care of me.”

He nodded, then reached into the bag. “Want the bear now?”

You snorted, taking it and hugging it to your chest along with him. “Sure, but I’ve already got you.”

And for the first time in a while, Elliot smiled. Just a little. But it was real.

Ahkmenrah ~

It was well past midnight in your little apartment, the movie you two had been watching earlier now just a faint hum in the background. The lights were low, casting a soft pink hue over the room from the vintage lava lamp near the corner. Ahkmenrah was dozing lightly on the couch beside you, in one of your oversized hoodies completely smitten by how soft and strange modern clothes felt on his skin.

You, however, were not dozing.

A sharp cramp twisted through your stomach, dragging a whimper from your throat as you shifted under the blanket. Your hand instinctively moved to clutch your lower abdomen, and your legs curled tighter. The pain throbbed deep and familiar, and you felt your body tense up as another wave rolled through.

You didn't mean to wake him, but you did.

His eyes fluttered open, confusion settling in instantly as he sat up, still half-dreaming. “[Name?]” His voice was groggy, warm. “What is it, my love? Are you hurt?”

You tried to brush it off, giving him a weak smile. “It’s just cramps. I’m okay.”

His brows knit together. “Cramps…? You are in pain?” He was fully awake now, concern etching his features as he moved closer. “Where?”

You took a shaky breath, pressing your palm to your stomach. “It’s just... girl stuff. Period cramps.”

He blinked at you. “Your moon cycle?” he asked slowly, almost reverently, like it was a sacred rite.

You nodded.

He stared for a moment, processing. “And this happens… every cycle?”

You smiled, biting your lip. “Yeah. It’s not always this bad, but tonight sucks.”

Without hesitation, Ahkmenrah slid down onto the floor in front of you, kneeling between your legs. His warm hands reached up to gently tug the blanket down, revealing your curled-up body. His gaze was soft, almost reverent, like you were something divine.

“I wish I could take it from you,” he murmured, brushing your hair back. “In my time, this was… a sign of great power. The goddesses were honored for this.”

You gave a tired little laugh. “Yeah, doesn’t feel powerful right now.”

He pressed a kiss to your knee, then carefully laid his warm hands over your stomach, as if he could will the pain away with his touch. “Let me try something,” he said gently. “Close your eyes.”

You obeyed, and a soft warmth began to pulse beneath his hands. Whether it was just the heat of his palms or something more mystical, you didn’t know, but the pressure eased. The ache dulled.

Your breath hitched.

“Oh my god... Ahk… that’s actually helping…”

He smiled up at you. “Good. Then I’ll stay like this until the sun rises, if you wish.”

You opened your eyes, heart full. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

His fingers brushed your cheek, his voice soft as starlight. “I simply serve my queen.”

Then, with the gentlest care, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to bed, tucking you in like treasure. He climbed in beside you, curling around you protectively, one hand still resting over your belly. Warmth. Safety. Peace.

And as you drifted off, you heard him whisper a prayer in his ancient tongue, a blessing for pain to pass, and for the woman he adored.

Josh~

The wind howled outside the cabin, rattling the windows as snow gently fell over the pine trees surrounding the lodge. Inside, it was warm , wood stove humming, soft yellow lights glowing, and you curled up on the giant couch under a chunky blanket. You’d been feeling off all day, sluggish, sore, and crampy as hell, but you’d tried to play it cool for everyone else.

Josh, of course, noticed immediately.

Now, the TV was murmuring in the background, playing some old horror movie neither of you were paying attention to. You were bundled up, clutching a hot water bottle against your stomach with a pout that hadn’t left your face for hours. Josh came back into the room balancing a tray in his hands, tea, a little chocolate bar, and a heating pad he must’ve dug out of one of his sisters drawers.

He placed the tray on the coffee table, then looked at you with this gentle little smile like you were a hurt kitten. “Alright, soldier,” he said dramatically, kneeling beside the couch. “I’ve brought provisions. Cocoa. A backup heat source. And chocolate, obviously. Don’t say I don’t know how to take care of my girl.”

You cracked a weak smile, eyes glassy. “You’re such a dork.”

“I’m your dork,” he grinned, climbing onto the couch beside you and wrapping his arms around you from behind. “Now scoot. You get front-seat cuddles.”

You shifted with a groan, letting him tuck himself around you like a protective blanket. His hands moved carefully, one rubbing slow, firm circles on your belly while the other pulled the blanket tighter around both of you.

He kissed your shoulder. “Cramps suck, huh?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me to go hunt the evil uterus demon and slay it with a sacred axe?”

You snorted. “Please do.”

Josh chuckled softly, lips brushing against the back of your neck. “I’d do it, too. No hesitation. Ride out into the snowy woods, screaming your name like a maniac.”

“Josh—”

“Just saying. You’re worth a whole dramatic sacrifice ritual.”

You leaned into him, pressing your body closer to his warmth. Your fingers tangled with his, your breathing finally slowing as the rhythm of his touch calmed the ache. His voice dropped lower, softer. “You want me to stay up with you? If you can’t sleep?”

You nodded.

“I’m here, baby,” he whispered. “Always.”

You didn’t even have the energy to respond properly. Instead, you turned to face him and nuzzled into his chest and let the steady beat of his heart lull you toward sleep. He stayed just like that, rubbing your back, whispering dumb jokes under his breath, and occasionally muttering things like “death to cramps” and “you’re braver than any warrior.”

Eventually, you whispered, “Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“…Thank you.”

He smiled against your skin. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. I love you. Period monster and all.”

Finn~

The day had been normal enough, rain on the windows, soft music playing from the busted-up stereo in Tobeys garage loft, and you lounging in his Finns hoodie while scrolling your phone, curled up in a cozy blanket. But the cramps had started creeping in hard and fast, like your body decided to turn into a medieval torture device out of nowhere.

You tried to keep it cool, but a soft whimper escaped your lips as another sharp pang twisted through your lower belly.

Finn looked up from the corner of the loft where he was fixing a busted carburetor, wiping his hands on a rag. “Babe?” he called out, eyebrows pinching together as he crossed the room to you. “You okay?”

You groaned softly, pressing a hand to your stomach. “Just... cramps. Period cramps.”

He froze mid-step.

“…Cramps?” he repeated slowly, as if the word had personally offended him. “Like... stomach ones? Food poisoning? Did someone hit you?”

You blinked at him. “No, Finn. My period.”

He stared.

Blankly.

“…Your what now?”

You had to stifle a laugh. “You do know what a period is, right?”

He looked genuinely panicked. “Like…the monthly… thing? The one where you… bleed?” His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes darting around like he was worried your uterus might explode in real time. “Are you dying?”

You couldn’t help it, you burst into a fit of giggles, despite the cramps. “No! Oh my god, no. It just hurts sometimes. It’s normal, Finn.”

He looked so distressed. “You’re just bleeding? For days? And you’re just… sitting here like it’s nothing? You didn’t even tell me? Babe, that’s like—emergency status!”

He turned on his heel and bolted down the stairs before you could stop him. You heard rustling, drawers slamming, the fridge opening. A few minutes later he returned with an armful of completely chaotic things: a lukewarm water bottle, a half-unwrapped Snickers, a bottle of ibuprofen he wasn't sure if you could take, and a pair of fuzzy socks that definitely weren’t yours.

“I brought… comfort items?” he said, kneeling beside you, looking so unsure but trying so hard. “Do you need more towels? I can get a bucket? What do you need? Just say the word and it’s yours.”

You couldn’t stop smiling as you took the socks and slipped them on. “I need you to cuddle me and maybe rub my lower back.”

His entire face lit up like he just got chosen for the pit crew at a championship race. “Oh! That—I can do that!”

He slid in behind you on the couch, gently pulling you between his legs like you were made of glass. His hands found your lower back, warm and a little rough from working on cars, and he started rubbing in slow, careful circles.

“You sure you’re not dying?” he whispered in your ear.

You chuckled, sinking into him. “I’m okay, Finn. But thank you for taking it so seriously.”

He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on your shoulder. “I just—I hate the thought of you hurting and me not doing anything. Even if I don’t… really know how any of this works.”

You smiled, squeezing his thigh. “You’re doing perfect. Seriously.”

“…Can I punch your uterus? Or is that not allowed?”

You burst out laughing again. “No punching. Just cuddles.”

He grinned. “Done.”

[thefanficmonster]

My Fandoms

Here's a list of people and fandoms I will be writing for with some minor guidelines for requesting such as what I will and will not write <3

Feel free to make your requests as detailed or as vague as you'd like.

Each fic will have warnings listed at the top and in the tags for safe browsing and avoiding triggering topics.

Content Creators/RPF:

Chase Atlantic (Mitchel Cave, Clinton Cave, Christian Anthony)

Corpse Husband

The Click (Mark Deck)

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Nate Hardy

Steve Brodt (Haunted Nights)

Dylan Stevens (Haunted Nights)

Team Theorist (Tom, Lee, Santi, Amy, Ash etc.)

Markiplier

Brennan Lee Mulligan

Zac Oyama

Media-based Fandoms:

Fast & Furious (Movieverse - though I haven't seen the last few 😅)

Community (TV)

The Bear (TV)

Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Supermassive Games (Until Dawn, Man of Medan, Little Hope, House of Ashes, Devil in Me, The Quarry)

Hereditary (2018)

Scream (Movieverse)

Mr. Robot (TV)

Marvel (All media types)

DC (All media types)

Bridgerton (TV)

Rivals (TV)

GTA Characters: Tommy Vercetti, Carl 'CJ' Johnson, Niko Bellic, Franklin Clinton, Michael De Santa, Trevor Philips

Companion (2025) - mainly Iris